i, i always thought that i knew i’d always have the right to be living in the kingdom of the good and true and so on, but now i think i was wrong and you were laughing along and now i look a fool for thinking you were on, my side

is it any wonder i’m tired? is it any wonder that i feel uptight? is it any wonder i don’t know what’s right?

sometimes it’s hard to know where i stand it’s hard to know where i am well maybe it’s a puzzle i don’t understand but sometimes i get the feeling that i’m stranded in the wrong time where love is just a lyric in a children’s rhyme, a sound bite

is it any wonder that i’m tired? is it any wonder that i feel uptight? is it any wonder i don’t know what’s right?

oh, these days, after all the misery you made is it any wonder that i feel afraid? is it any wonder that i feel betrayed?

nothing left beside this old cathedral just the sad lonely spires how do you make it right

oh, but you try is it any wonder i’m tired? is it any wonder that i feel uptight? is it any wonder i don’t know what’s right? oh, these days, after all the misery you made is it any wonder that i feel afraid? is it any wonder that i feel betrayed?